Its mid May, new TIQ CD tracks safely in the can, touring season coming to a close, and the other turtles have all swum off on vacations to various parts of the globe leaving me to my own devices, so what do I do? Plan a trip to somewhere nice and cozy and warm where I can lay out in the sun and cool out in style? Nope. I signed up for a seven day Buddhist vipassana retreat!
What was I thinking?!? Seven days straight of no talking, no sports on TV, nothing to eat except seeds and leaves, no playing the violin, no concocting grandiose schemes of Turtle Island glory, just doing the one thing I hate to do–sit. and sit. and sit some more. My good friend and fellow obsessive mind Leo Kottke likes to send me little phone messages that say “David–sit!” Here comes another–“David– sit!” Of course my reaction is always rebellious, how else did I become the bad boy rock jazz crossover guilt-ridden fiddler that I am!
So slowly but surely the start date gets closer. “David–sit!”